It has been about a week since the change started, and I have since locked myself in my New York City apartment. When I first realized I was changing, I stocked up on food and supplies wile I could still blend. Back then I had been human. Back then I had been man. Now I’m a yellow pegasus mare with blue hair and a raindrop tattoo. I’m one of those ponies my friends used to be into. I’m a My Little Pony.
Back on May 3rd, my parents called to check up on me. When I answered the phone, they didn't believe it was me. They thought they called the wrong number. They thought I was a girl, witch technically I was but... Dammit why is this happening?
Anyways, since then they have been calling both my phones, and I have been too afraid to answer them. Would they still love me now that I was like this? Would they still think of me as their son even if I was a girl? I guess I’ll find out in a few days. I figure it won’t be long until they drive all the way from Jersey to come check and see if I’m alright.
Even after a week, nothing makes sense. A part of me wants to jump out that window and fly across the skyscrapers. Yet, I don’t know how to fly, and even if I did people would see me.
I’ll have to do it someday though. Eventually I’m going to run out of food. Hell, most the food I bought I can no longer eat anymore because my diet has changed. If I were to guess, I’d say I have three days worth of food left.
I lay on my bed and sigh. In exactly five minutes and forty five seconds, it will rain. It won’t let up until exactly 8:07 PM. I guess I’ll go see how wrong the weather people are again this time. Seeing how wrong they get the weather always amuses me. After watching hours of sitcoms and cartoons, this game I have going between me and the weather channel is the only thing that entertains me.
I press my muzzle against the power button on the TV and turn to the weather channel.
“Crap!” I shout. Itsjust a car insurance commercial, one that I'v seen over a dozen times since I went into seclusion. “This blows.”
Yet as watch it, I notice something new had been added to it. I zoom in closer and everything becomes clear. In place of the stupid cereal mascot, there is the image of a creature. The image is fuzzy, but If I'm not mistaken the creature is... No. It can’t be.
“A Pony!”
I watch it’s mouth start to move and I listen intently.
“Greeting brothers and sisters. Do not be alarmed by me for I am here to help you. If you can hear and see this message it means that you are no longer human. You may be wondering how and why this happened. Allow me to explain. Twenty five years ago a chaotic spirit that goes by the name ‘Discord’ took us from our homes and sent us to live here as humans. Each and everyone of us shares a birthday on May 1st and possibly May 2nd. Last week we shared our 25th birthday, only to find ourselves shedding our false skin. Each of us has forgotten who we really are and what we used to be.
“We are ponies. A proud and magical race capable of feats that humans have only dreamed of in their deepest fantasies. We can fly, use magic, and have a strong connection with the soil itself. However, this also means that none of us belong on this planet anymore. In the eyes of humanity we are a contradiction to what they perceive as reality. To them we should be nothing more than creatures of their mind. I assume most of you are in hiding right now, but I am here to say this: Hide no more! For I am offering you the chance at new life. A life free from fear, worry, and strife with the humans.
“Right now me and my band of human ‘freedom fighters’ are working on conquering the city of Chicago. As of right now we are in control of the information coming in and out of the city. In a few days time, humans and ponies will be able to live together in harmony, with me as your supreme ruler and master. Chicago will be our new home and safe haven once we finally take it over.
“Come to Chicago, and help join my freedom fighters so we may build a more tolerant society. We are still fighting the resistance from locale law enforcement, but come to the Anello Estate located at this address, we will gladly give you sanctuary until we have full control of the city.”
Crap, can’t write it down. Curse these hooves.
“For those of you that can no longer write effectively, we have directions to the estate on my old Facebook account. Type the words ‘Steve Anello’ and ‘Facebook’ in Google search then click on the second or third link on the tab that pops up. They will be right there in front of you. Use your muzzle or hooves gently to navigate the web. If you do not have access to a computer, I’ll repeat the address five more times so that you may find us...”
The creature repeats the address until I completely memorize it.
“Together we will build a brighter future. A future filled with peace and security.”
After that the commercial fizzles out.
Just then, I hear a knock at my door.
“Jonathan Green!” cries the voice of my pissed off landlord. “I know you're in there. Your rent is three days overdue. Come out now or I’m using my master key.”
I jolt up after hearing his voice. However, I realise very quickly that I am not coming down. I turned my head both ways and saw that my wings flapping. I’m hovering two feet off the floor. Holy shit.
My wings freeze up and I hit the floor hard. That commercial sounded almost too good to be true, but it beats staying here. I run over to a corner and grab a small bag with my teeth. I then frantically pack whatever I think would come in handy. Once I’m packed I run to the window and buck it with all my might.
It shatters instantly. I feel a shard glass scrape my leg a bit, but I’ll live.
Finally the landlord busts the door open and looks at me.
“Sweet Mary, what the hell did they put in those Cheetos?”
I start to flap my wings and try to take off. I stumble a bit but I manage to get the hang of it pretty quick. I guess you learn faster when under stress.
As I start to fly out, I turn to face the landlord.
“I’m sorry I’m late with the rent. As you can see this hasn’t been a very normal week for me. If my parents come looking for me, tell them I’m in Chicago. Tell them I’m a girl now, and that I’m no longer human. I know they won’t believe you, but at least they will know the truth.”
As I start flying away, the landlord shouts something back at me, though I can’t make out what. As I fly past the huge New York skyscrapers, l feel like my soul had been lifted from it’s depression. I find a shimmer of hope and in the end that hope gave me the courage to fly.
That’s when I realise that it’s no longer raining.
Just then I sense a change in the wind. For the first time in a long while, my first prediction about the weather is wrong. It looks like it’s going to be a sunny day after all.
When It said end of act 1 in the last chapter does that mean you will make a sequel?
3039878 Yes. A squeal will be made.
I can't wait for the Sequel
It has been fun reading this story from start to finish.
Aaaw yiss.
3041409 Glad someone caught that.
Still loving this, got a good laugh at the petting part too; an enjoyable bit of comedy amidst the nightmare fuel that is the new King Sombra, and I love what's been set up with the epilogue there.
If you were taking collabs, I'd love to cross over Cadance into this insanity once she's out of the nuthouse in my story and as the speech would likely incite her to act, and set up for a cruel twist against her I had in mind if you're interested. If not that's all fine I'm still enjoying the story regardless and look forward to the sequel when it arrives
3042027 That could make things interesting. One of the reason's why I broke the story up was because I need to set up a new conflict. A story with out a delema is boring. Adding Cadence in would be interesting. Now that I'm taking a break from my side story, I can finally start enjoying some of the other side stories. There's a'lot of them I've been meaning to read. I'll fave yours right away. If you wanna collabe, I'll be up for it. We can either put Sombra in yours or have Cadence in the sequel.
The only problem is that Spectrum could add Cadence too his story at any time. If that happens, my story would no longer fit into the canon of the universe. We can talk about it though.
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Good story Can't wait for the sequal!
3125653 Don't worry. Once he gets better at walking, he'll enchant the mansion and build a crap ton of staircases.
Edit: Thumbed up your awesome comment.
Why not do like "The Book of Friendship", and have arcs within one "story". This arc is concluded, so now start arc 2, but all within the same story title. That way, you are able to conclude this story, and start on a new one, without having the new one caught up in the mess going on right now with 5 score stories.
Just an idea... BTW, Book of Friendship, I think just started it's third "book" recently. Try it!
Sweet holy Celestia that was awesome! King Sombra is my favorite villain based antagonist and you sir, did him justice in all of his dark glory!
With that said, you automatically have a fave, thumbs up, and a follow from me man. I will be looking out for the sequel to come. Again nice work, and if had the option of choosing a side to join, then it would be in this order:
1. A United Equestria
2. The Lunar Republic
3. The Crystal-Chicago Empire (that's what I'm calling your version of King Sombra's new kingdom)
Anyway, toodles!
~ Super-Brony12
3351625 Glad you like it. I tried to blend Sombra and Steve's personalities together. Wile Steve wasn't a nice person to began with, he did care about his family. He struggles to keep part of himself as his old life merges into his human one. In the end he's no longer Steve, but he isn't 100% Sombra, though if he ever through his human attachments, he could easily become full blown evil. But that's all for a story that I haven't even planned out yet. I wanna see how Five Score plays out first and make some headway on some other stories before I even start writing.
Bad news. Due to the last couple chapters of the 'canon' Five Score, you're gonna need to rewrite this. If there's a problem with news and media getting rid of anything pony, due to... whatever, then you need to talk to Twisted Spectrum to find out what it is, so that you can edit this chapter accordingly. Don't want to start out the sequel already on the wrong hoof.
Also, based on the chapter size, I can volunteer my services for the sequel as far as grammar goes, since the chapters aren't that long, and seems they're at least a few days apart. PM me if you have questions, comments, concerns, etc.
3383288 I actually wrote that line before the 'pony sex trade' thing came up. This was just me cracking a joke at the original about how despite all the shit happening, everypony has sex on the mind.
3416862 Both Steve and David are 25 dude. Rudy is the only one undergoing a change that's not 25, but that is explained latter on towards the end. If it bugs you that much, I can PM you a spoiler as too why Rudy is changing at age 13.
3417361 Even if that were 'all', no, a PM would not be sufficient. I'm not just an editor, I'm a pre-reader. I try to explain why I make the corrections that I do, so that the author can learn and grow, and eventually, in an ideal world, not need my services in the future. That's actually happened with a couple people I've worked with in the future, and that's awesome to so. So no, I prefer to work in GoogleDocs, because I can comment, letting them not only see what needs fixed, but why.
3417641 text does not convey sarcasm very well. I probably should have used a "" to clarify that I was joking. I know very well a PM wouldn't be enough. There's too much that needs to be said about this.